From the red clay . From dusted afternoons
From silly giggling holding hands
The universe moves into

The sunshine, the star's mind
An aged memory
Recollections faint with rust
My fingertips just to reach

From moments warm with flesh
From breath I give for free
Night alights her as a crown
Amen ***, my God is thee

Sunlight
Righting my horizon
The intellect of fashion gasping with Reaction
Outside a door I’ll never open
3,555 day incubation
Cement the locks
A stocked wine cellar in my imagination
Is burrowed into the earth, pardon the roots
(we believe animals have rights, too)
The mole, the rat and Chateau Malrome Cuvee
I fall into my mind until I cannot breathe
                                                                       (teehee)

The ravaged ribcage,
That ghoul beneath the peeling stage,
Gravity-bent bone, harpsichord racks
We stack with swollen amber sacs
Of vibrato beats seething with the heat of friction
From my race through an historical fiction
(Of  forged tax collector receipts
And hospital records of symptoms and disease)
I crave release,
I stand on the rim of sleep
and dare myself to leap.  
                       To slip beneath the dream.

Squiggle your descent into the sand
     With a stick
           Trace the enumerated crystals sentence thick
              Rare is no man; granules under toes
                The tide rushes in and away we go

Leaflets containing turnip seed set atop the frost
For a universe fragmented into continents
Name them, grant their history
Divine the spine from the Christ, the bent

The birds take in the glassiline water
Running from the cracks in Time
(that scab swelling with doctors, dementia)
The scurrilous cloud cover sprinkling brine

Whetted breaths stung with an unclaimed heart
And my hands moisten with moss
Spring balances my chest within its rhyme
The shroud and the deconstructed cross

The ferreted blade
The nave, unafraid
Of insanity, of screaming
She wields her sword
This Universe, our bruised Lord
Wrought with the battle of gravity
Blue robes woven of eternity

A single gold band atop her Crown
I peel the skin back from my hands
Place the pieces upon the ground

Her gaze unsettles God
A truth to refute the Infinite Lie
My body will mend what I have stripped
(Love being the chemistry of reprise)

Remark is to tune words from the dark.
The infinity of infinity is the prism of Beauty
Dividing creation into October and March
It is colored with quasars so the poets see